I see your face at night, angelic in its simplicity and unaware of life’s turmoil. I hear you voice, language unknown so no words can hurt you. I feel your touch, soft and unblemished, devoid of the calluses your parents wear. I love you deeply and so unbound. The universe weeps at how small it feels.
By Larry Ratliff, ©2022
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Perspective
